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<\/a>I always knew we were tasty<\/p><\/div>\n
Oh man! You just know I had to buy them and bring some home. For the record, they are quite tasty. A perfect treat for afternoon tea.<\/p>\n
We knew we were getting to close to Gibraltar when signs to Gibraltar disappeared (Spain is apparently in no business to promote its location) and we started to see signs in Arabic (surreal) advertising ferry trips to Tanger. We\u2019re driving, driving, driving and then all of a sudden we see this HUGE rock. That must be Gibraltar.<\/p>\n
Unintentionally, we drove our rental car into the UK and decided to stop here for a few hours. It was in Gibraltar that we remembered to buy a music CD for the car \u2013 flamenco guitar, of course \u2013 and stopped for a late lunch of fish n\u2019 chips. We made our way to the cable car\/gondola that would take us to the top of the Rock. As we departed, there was a tail-less ape sitting on the cable structure, scoping out food I\u2019m sure. We were greeted by more apes at the top. They were sitting in front of a sign that said something to the effect of \u201cThese apes equate all plastic bags with food. Please be sure to secure your belongings.\u201d They weren\u2019t kidding either. These apes just blended in with all us tourists. We took our requisite, this-is-as-close-as-we-got-to-Morocco pictures and high tailed it out of humid Gibraltar. That\u2019s when we hit a snag, driving back into Spain. So, as I mentioned earlier, there were no passport people in the Sevilla airport to stamp my passport, so there was no indication that I could legally be in the country. Luckily, I still had our boarding passes accessible and was instructed to keep them with me at all times. We also had to explain that we were married since my passport is still in my maiden name and had to point out the amendment on the last page of my passport. Oy! This guy was much stricter than most US customs officers \u2013 really!<\/p>\n
Within a few hours we arrived in Vejer de la Frontera, just before we burned up the transmission. You see, the quickest and most direct way into this hill town is to cross and gnarly intersection and drive a steep and narrow-for two-cars road where your option is to either roll down the steep hill or roll down the steep ditch. Luckily our poor little Corsa made it through the intersection and up the hill and delivered us safely to our hotel.<\/p>\n
Unbeknownst to us, Vejer was in the midst of music festival. Our first night was flamenco. We had dinner at an amazing restaurant on the Plaza de Espana and walked around town as we waited for the flamenco show to start at\u202611pm! (At this point, I realized I could never live in Spain. Forced siestas. Evening events starting at 11pm or later. How do they do it?)<\/p>\n
Before we headed out to a pueblo blanco, we managed to snag one of the last reservations at our hotels\u2019 restaurant. Arcos de la Frontera is about an hour drive from Vejer. Again, S maneuvered the Corsa through the way too narrow streets and before we knew it, we had driven right out of town. So back again, we parked at a garage and walked.<\/p>\n